[ She was more predator than woman, waiting for a moment of vulnerability, a moment of chaos to show herself. She moved from the shadows of high shelves and machines, silent until she was a breath away.
The blade of her scalpel was cold against Katurian's throat when she came from behind him, her other hand like a vice around his upper arm-- and just as cold as the scalpel. ]
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The blade of her scalpel was cold against Katurian's throat when she came from behind him, her other hand like a vice around his upper arm-- and just as cold as the scalpel. ]
What a pleasant surprise.